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Article: I can't abide golf but I love clubs... as long as they have mahogany panelling, claret, suet puds and the smell of raw testosterone!(Editorial)
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- Daily Mail (London)
- Article date:
- November 6, 2009
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Byline: PAUL DRURY
Ionce or twice but, on balance, tend to agree with Mark Twain that it is little more than a good walk spoiled. Membership of Portmarnock Golf Club to which I, unlike half the population, am entitled by reason of my gender, therefore holds out no attraction whatsoever to me - even if it is, as I am reliably informed, one of the finest courses in the world, beloved by players of all grades.
Nor am I remotely interested in the argument, widely quoted in recent days, that the women who daily play at Portmarnock and can apparently use all the facilities apart from the men-only bar, are perfectly happy with that arrangement because - unlike ...